Jean Toomer

(26 December 1894 – 30 March 1967 / Washington D.C.)

Unsuspecting - Poem by Jean Toomer

There is a natty kind of mind
That slicks its thoughts,
Culls its oughts,
Trims its views,
Prunes its trues,
And never suspects it is a rind.


Comments about Unsuspecting by Jean Toomer

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/26/2015 7:26:00 AM)

    '' There is a natty kind of mind
    That slicks its thoughts,
    [..]
    And never suspects it is a rind.''

    quick-witted.. :)

    - In Italian:

    '' C'è un tipo di mente azzimata
    Che impomata i suoi pensieri,
    [..]
    E mai sospetta d'essere una crosta.'' (Report) Reply

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  • Sue Ann Simar (7/25/2008 9:53:00 PM)

    A gemlike poetry doodle. (Report) Reply

  • Marcy Jarvis (11/2/2005 10:58:00 AM)

    The rinds I don't mind.
    It's their behinds I find
    are behind. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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